Yay, this is my first Darren Shan Fanfic ever

Yay, this is my first Darren Shan Fanfic ever! Woo ! I just love vampires, they rock! Anyway, if there's a lot of Mary sues, impossible things, or you just think it sucks, end of story, write a review! I love reviews too, whether it has or has not anything to do with the story! And, if you think, I'm addressing the readers who have read my other sucky stories before, that I'm going way too far with the every lead actress is starting with an E, review too, and I will change it!

NOTE: I wrote this in June…so yeah, there are lots of things un-updated yet

EDIT: Yes, I know that there used to be 51 chapters. But the last few chapters I wrote while in school, so they were really messed up as they were the results of 30-min speed writing. In the end, I've decided to re-write them so I've deleted them *shot*. Sorry for the inconvenience! In the mean time...I'm editing bits of the previous chapters, such as sorting out all the grammar mistakes and such *shot again*.

and...it seems that I need to put a disclaimer here, no?

I don't own Darren Shan or any of the original characters or plot!


'Hey, starting the plan today at break, you joining?' a message was thrust on to my desk. I read it and looked up, and grinned at my best friend Alexandra. She grinned back and gave me a thumb up sign and returned to stare lovingly at the back of a boy with tanned skin, short curly dark brown hair who was doodling some picture on his textbook. I stifled back a snort of laughter; Alexandra has this huge crush on the school soccer hotshot Darren Shan. She thinks that he is so great, and instantly loved anything he liked.

"Mr. Dalton, I don't feel so good," Darren suddenly said, and Mr. Dalton let him go to the bathroom. Oh my, Darren's suffering from all the staring Alexandra was giving him! 'Ooh, Darren's suffering from too many stares from you, Lexi, is you going to look in the sewage for the tissues he used?' I wrote mockingly on the back of the original note and passed it back to her. Lexi's eyes got wide and her face got scarlet. She whipped around her seat, and glared at me, mouthing the words 'I'll get back,' to me. I gave her a beaming smile and turned back to the map of China that we were supposed to be drawing. It was way too simple, my ancestors were from there, if I still don't know how to map it perfectly it'll be a disgrace! Suddenly, the bell rang for us to go to break.

"Homework is to finish your maps of China, due Monday morning, no excuses for late work. Class dismissed!" Mr. Dalton said, wiping the blackboard clean. I stacked my books neatly into a pile and walked to Lexi's desk.

"I am so going to get back at you!" she hissed, but I could tell that she was just pretending; I knew her too well for her to fool me.

"Yeah, tell me if you ever manage swimming past the entire poop, will you?" I asked her and she burst out laughing.

"Oi, hurry up!" Fiona, one of our friends called from the doorway. Our other friends were all waiting out the door, as they did not have class with us.

"Coming," I called and hurried to my locker, which was incidentally beside Darren's, which caused Lexi to want to trade with me a lot of times, but I said no, why am I giving up my locker for that one reason? Besides, her locker was next to Queen Bee Christian's, and we get along as well as water and oil.

"What's homework for you guys?" Amber asked, leaning against the locker on my left, which was empty and we often put junk in. Oh, I think I should mention my friends for a bit. Our group is basically made up of Evangeline Cho, which was me, Alexandra Stone, Fiona Fang and Amber Connolly. We used to have a fifth member, Marietta Williams, but she decided that she was too cool and popular to hang out with us. But we don't really mind much, she didn't exactly fit in with us anyways.

"Homework's to finish that China Map we started two weeks ago. I mean, it's just so boring, I can't wait until we start on the Egyptians!" I said, placing everything neatly into my locker. It had always been neat, for I was kind of a neat freak other than the fact I don't bother to make my bed nor tidy my desk, but I always kept my lockers clean.

"We're starting the plan today," Lexi announced, as if it was something special. Fiona looked shocked while Amber looked bored; Amber never had a crush on anyone before, and thought of boys as boring.

"Yeah, if I wait another turn, there won't be any dances left for me to ask him to!" Lexi said, but then she accidentally knocked over my pile of books, creating a domino scene. I gave her a 'look'; it's going to take me a long time to clean it up again.

"Oops," Lexi said, reaching for the books, but then she saw something that caused her to squeal and hide behind Fiona. "He's coming here!" I glanced briefly back and saw that Darren Shan walking towards his locker with his best friend Steve Leonard.

"If you keep squealing and hiding when you see him, we won't be able to carry out the plan," Amber pointed out emotionlessly, still leaning on the empty locker and playing with a rubber band. I was just about to place my books into my locker when someone slammed their locker door into my face and knocked all the books down again.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! Why do I always do that?" Darren cried, banging his head on his locker door, causing my neatly arranged shelves to tremble.

"You're only making it worse," I said flatly, screwing the shelves tight. Lexi pulled me away.

"You never told me that he looked into your locker before!" she squealed, shaking with excitement.

"I thought that you were interested in the plan, not what he does in his locker," I said to her, sighing. A girl in love was foolish, but Lexi in love was just out of control.

"Jeez, girls are such neat freaks," Darren muttered to Steve.

At that, Lexi giggled girlishly, twirling a log of her short light brown hair.

"Oh Darren's you're so funny!" she giggled with an 'I'm in love' expression on her face. I slapped my face while Darren and Steve looked at her like she was crazy.

"Oh, um, I…we should be going, right Darren?" Steve said, and they ran to the field where they play soccer everyday.

"Over kill, mate," Amber said, "You're hair's too short to be twirled and you should stop looking so crazily in love."

"Amber's right, and you're acting way too girly, I thought that you were trying to aim for soccer star?" I added, raising my eyebrow and closing my locker door. "Let's go outside, it's stuffy here."

"Yeah, let's go to the fields," Lexi added and pushed us towards the door. Outside was hot and the sunshine was painful on my skin. I hated the sun, it makes my hair look light brown, yet Lexi loved the sun. 'You can't play soccer in the rain, can you?' was her reason, meaning that if it rained she won't be able to be near Darren. I still can't believe I'm actually helping here; I actually paid Rick McKellar five pounds for him to kick the soccer ball our way every time he sees us and make sure that Darren goes to get it. A soccer ball zoomed our way and Darren ran to get it, like we expected.

"Get the plan now!" Lexi hissed and used her foot to stop the ball then kicked it into her hands, a trick she had tried to learn for weeks.

"Thanks," Darren said, not saying anything about the kick. Lexi must have been desperate because she gave us the signal to start the plan right away.

"Hey Darren," Amber said, holding a peace sign like she often did.

"Um, hi," said Darren, taking a step backwards.

"Darren, did you hear about the dance?" Fiona asked him her hands on her hips.

"You mean this Friday? Well, yes…" Darren said, taking another step backwards.

"Darren, can you…well…will you…I mean, you're the most popular boy inschoolandi'?" Lexi sputtered out. Darren didn't answer, but then Steve interrupted him. I hadn't noticed that he had run up to us.

": Hey Darren, are you coming to the game or what? We need the ball!" Steve said, and then noticed us. How stupid did we look, for he said: "Oh, ok…I'll just step to the side…?"

"Can you repeat that?" Darren asked, scratching his head. Lexi gave me a pleading look and I sighed.

"Basically, in a few words, she wants to go to the dance with you. She's crazy about you," I said plainly, making Lexi go red and glare at me. I had added in the last sentence to make it sound better and if he says no it'll make him feel guiltier. But, I had not whispered them as I should have and since Steve was close by, he heard everything. Darren was all scarlet too, and did not speak.

"Darren, man, we really need to be going, bye!" Steve said, grabbing Darren by his shoulders and wheeled him to the game.

"It's a pity he didn't stay," I said, patting Lexi's arm softly. I felt sorry for her, and Darren didn't exactly say anything yet either.

"Yeah, it was a pity they didn't stay because I could have told Steve that you had a not so tiny crush on him!" Lexi kind of shouted the last sentence, which I'm not quite sure they heard but was embarrassing all the same. I don't feel sorry for her anymore, all of a sudden.

"Ok, ok, I messed up, but that Steve wasn't supposed to be there either!" I told her, "So it's not totally my fault!"

"What ever, it's time for math class, we might be able to do plan B if we're quick enough," Lexi said, pulling me to our classroom. Incidentally, our math teacher was sick and so Mr. Dalton was our substitute. Oh well, Mr. Dalton was a good teacher, and if he knows his algebra as good as his history on China, it'll be ok.

"Settle down, kids, I'm your substitute today," Mr. Dalton said, and started on some lecture which I found extremely boring. I glanced at Lexi and she was drawing something, as usual. She didn't like nor get math, and she does not want to learn math either. This is so boring, she mouthed to me, and I agreed.

"Ok, so, let's take an example. If Darren scored thirty three goals in a game of a hundred goals…" Mr. Dalton was saying, and Lexi sighed lovingly.

I rolled my eyes, and started to day dream, something I loved to do for it gives me pointers on new stories to write: I ran faster and faster, my long blonde hair whipping behind my back. What I had risked everything to get, the silver locket gleamed from my neck, and with each step it thumped against my heart as if saying dead, all dead, all dead. I turned my head back, and stared at the sight of the burning building without stopping, my eyes filling with tears form all the ashes and dust. Suddenly, I yell out, my arms swinging wildly under the moon light, but it was not any help. I hadn't noticed the cliff, and now had run over the cliff. I felt something tug on my neck, and saw that the locket had caught on a branch and now I'm hanging for life on it, between two choices: to be hung to death or to fall to my doom…

"Evangeline, Evangeline, earth to Evangeline," Mr. Dalton called from the front of the classroom, waking me from my daydream. "Good, you finally came back, now; can you answer my question that I had repeated over three times already?"

Oh no, what question? I hadn't been thinking since I started daydreaming. Glancing briefly at the blackboard; on the blackboard there was an equation saying 2P-23-8P7P+2P-23. Good, it was algebra, something I found pretty easy to understand, and since I had reviewed and the fact that I was basically great in math made me solve it in a few seconds.

"The answer is that P equals zero," I said. It was just basic algebra, something we had learned to do a few months ago.

Mr. Dalton looked surprised.

"Correct, but I am surprised that you could solve it even though you weren't paying attention just now. Steve said that you were basically the best one in math class, and now I think he is pretty correct. If math was soccer, you'd be a better player than Darren!"

Lexi sniggered silently at me, because what she had said earlier was pretty true, I do have a not so little crush on Steve Leonard, the cute, pale skinned best friend of Darren Shan. But I smirked at her, and passed her a note saying: bet that you wished it was you who Mr. Dalton made compares with Darren, eh? And when she read it she turned scarlet again and ripped the note up.

Mr. Dalton was now going on about algebraic expressions, which we had covered ages ago. Maybe he's just reviewing today, not teaching. I started to draw on my textbook pictures of all my friends, snakes, and roses. Then, I noticed that the whole room was silent, and Mr. Dalton was standing in front of me. I froze all over, what if Mr. Dalton was going to give me detention for not paying attention?

But then I realized that he was looking at Darren, who sat two seats in front of me. Then, did I realize that Darren was muttering things like spiders and snake boys. What on earth is a snake boy, a snake that looks like a boy or a boy that looks like a snake?

"Where did you find this?" Mr. Dalton asked him in a cold voice I had never heard him use before. I turned to Lexi and mouthed: Darren Shan is in trouble? For Darren never gets in trouble with Mr. Dalton. Lexi shrugged with a worried expression, and Darren remained silent until suddenly Steve said

": It's mine" from the front of the room, "I found an old geezer with it and it looked interesting so I bought it to ask you about it." Mr. Dalton nodded and told him to get back to his desk, walked to the front of the room, and tacked what Darren had been reading on to the board. I could see that it reads Cirque Du Freak in large bold letters, with a picture of a wolf and spider, and a list of acts named the wolf man, the snake boy, and Truska the bearded woman. It was a freak show, I realized, and with shock. I thought those had been banned for a long time, it must be very interesting to go to one.

"Freak shows were banned, that's why I was mad when I saw this flyer. They all used to put deformed people, people who are very tall, very short, people with lots of hair, and people who has extra ordinarily big eyes into cages and earns money for people to laugh at them and tease them. They dress them in rags, beat them and give them very little money, and were very cruel to them," Mr. Dalton said.

"That's perverted!" Cheryl Jackson said, shuddering and tossing her long curly blonde hair.

"Yes it is, that's why I am mad when I saw this flyer. The people who run them are animals, and people who go to them are no better. Although this might be just a couple of people dressed in costumes, but I think you'd be crazy to want to go or even go." Freak shows sound dangerous and cruel, but it also sounded very interesting. I had never been to a circus before, not even a phony, kiddy circus, and this freak show sounded so exciting. I would want to see a bearded lady, a spider that kills with one bite, and a snake boy.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm absolutely crazy about snakes and lizards; they are just so cute and awesome. Maybe the snake boy is a person who knows a lot about snakes, and then I'd be able to ask them about snakes! If it's a boy who looks like a snake, then maybe I can get his autograph or something, and that would be cool too. After class, I went and grouped my friends.

"Hey, what's the news?" asked Fiona eagerly.

"Well, Darren…" I started.

"You're crazy about Darren too?" asked Amber in a shocked voice, looking horrified.

"No! He found this poster to a freak show! A freak show with snake boys, wolf mans, and poisonous spiders that kill with one bite!" I exclaimed softly, but none of them seem eager.

"What's a snake boy? And, you know that I hate creepy crawlies. If you want to go, count me out," said Fiona, shuddering at the thought of spiders.

"Sorry, I don't want to go to that freak show thing. It sounds so boring, and it's probably illegal, who knows? And you can see all those things in a normal circus, and what on earth is a snake boy?" said Amber, rolling her eyes and staring at the sky.

"Well, I'd want to go," Lexi said, "we might bump into Darren!" I had the urge to roll my eyes but I didn't dare. If she's not going, I won't be able to go because I'm not going by myself or asking to go with Darren.

"Yeah, let's go and buy the tickets together today," I told her, and she nodded, too excited to speak.

"On the day of the freak show I'll just say that you're coming for a sleepover. My parents are going out of town almost every night these days, and they won't barge in if it's a sleepover," I told her, and hopped on to my bicycle. "See you in front of my house eight o'clock today!" I yelled and pedaled away.

Yes, I'm finally going to the freak show! My parents would never let me go, so I won't ask for permission. As for the address and money, I had already memorized what it read, kind of, and I'm sure it meant that empty building because all the other buildings are homes. As for money, I had plenty of those, so money's the least of my worries unless they're selling the tickets for a thousand dollars a ticket, then I won't be able to go. If only I had ran out of money.